Visual Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A picture may speak a thousand words but some stories, told well living without pictures Visual words, conjure images, memories, ...
A picture may speak a thousand words but some stories, told well living without pictures Visual words, conjure images, memories, ...
A field, not a forest of swaying red of red sumac, warming from yellow to red in the fall air ...
The Big Easy A world away From home My ears rang and sang With the loud jazz music The jumbalaya ...
A hole in the wall shop, Counter and seller Plastic cups and pitchers A bit of rum, a bunch of ...
The violin sang over the hum, the rumble the guitars by her side They held the rhythm oh, but she ...
Listening to the timpani the rhythm of the rain the rap, the tap, the ratta-tat-tat, the staccato of the drumming ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm -- Pink, lank and warm -- But as he was ...
I'm reading fellow poets' blogs today, a sustaining source of entertainment; I admire their style without exciting comment or resorting ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
I love the church: its labara, its silver vessels, its candleholders, the lights, the ikons, the pulpit. Whenever I go ...
It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit along the straight road that ends at the Hippodrome and ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating ...
she is so intense in her fear: her nostrils quiver at the scent of society's danger; caught in the glare ...
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Darling, you think it's love, it's just a midnight journey. Best are the dales and rivers removed by force, as ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move ...
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